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One of Those Sobering Moments

I have a 50th high school reunion weekend coming up in May and these days, the old school pictures are a’flowing on Facebook.

Last night, I saw a picture of my stepbrother’s graduating class. I haven’t seen this person for at least 40 years but I recognized him right away. I stared at the picture for a long time and felt a deep sadness come over me.

When my mother got married the second time, I got a new father AND a second older brother. The marriage didn’t last very long but I do have vivid memories of sharing a house with this new person, who was about ten years older than me.

One day, my two biological brothers and I returned from school to find a half-emptied house. I vividly remember Mom asking us to come and sit down on the sofa in the TV room. Her words came out like a ticker-tape — no emotion, no expression and no affection.

“Your father isn’t coming home anymore. Let’s go out for chicken.” 

There wasn’t another word of explanation and that’s what we did — the four of us went out for chicken and I never saw my second dad or my stepbrother again.   Sisters in the Son

That’s how it went down. Two people wiped out of my life . . . just like that.

I feel such a heaviness in my spirit today . . .

. . . but I connected with this man over Facebook this morning and it felt right. He was very gracious and was able to fill in some gaps in the timeline of our short-lived family. I’m happy that we’ve connected. It’s been such a long time.

We’ll see what happens next.

I’m reminded today that God is in control and He is not careless with my life. My memories don’t overwhelm Him and He is a Refuge, in whom I find comfort and strength.

That people may know, from the rising of the sun and from the west, that there is none besides me; I am the Lord, and there is no other. I form light and create darkness, I make well-being and create calamity, I am the Lord, who does all these things.  Isaiah 45.6-7 ESV






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